Finchel drabbles- # 4
Asked by: anon
Prompt: "Prompt- Finn and Rachel on the beach on their Honeymoon."

"Do you think there are sharks in there?"

"I dunno…wanna find out?"

Rachel squealed and kicked her legs as Finn scooped her up in his arms. "Finn Hudson, you put me down this very instant!"

He snorted. "Alright, if you say so." He went to put her down in the water, up to her knees at least but she started squealing again and squirming.

"Hey! You nearly punched me in the face with your knee," He broke off in laughter. "Stop squirming, I'm not putting you down. Relax."

He backed up from the water and set her down onto the sand, her arms winding up around his neck. She smiled up at him and ran her fingers over the back of his neck.

"I thought you weren't going to put me down."

Finn dipped his head forward until his lips grazed against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist. He picked her up slightly so she was the same height as he was.

"Better?" He asked.

She answered him with a kiss.

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The waves crashed onto the sand, perfectly, every ten seconds. Hawaii was beautiful. He glanced at Rachel as she spread a blanket out onto the sand. Ideal place for a beautiful girl.

He watched her take a few things out of the bag she had brought. Three thick candles, a bottle of red wine and chocolate covered strawberries. The moon was bright and full, so iridescent that there really wasn't any need for candles—but he knew Rachel was trying to be as romantic as possible.

There wasn't anyone out on the beach except for them, which Finn thought was kind of odd, seeing as how they were only a few minutes away from the hotel and it was such a beautiful night.

Not that he minded.

He loved the idea of only having to share Rachel with the sand and ocean.

He just couldn't believe that he was here; that they'd come so far. A honeymoon. It was hard to think about sometimes. It seemed like just yesterday that he had kissed this beautiful girl in an auditorium, rushing out before he arrived early…kissing her on stage in New York in front of everyone, buying her a star for Christmas, proposing to her, marrying her—why did his life feel like it was speeding past him all of a sudden? He wanted it to slow, come to a halt, give him time just to breathe it all in, hold her, kiss her, love her.

Rachel surprised him as she sat down in his lap.

"Whoa, I'm sorry." She said. "I've only been pregnant a few weeks am I that heavy already?"

Finn tried to smile and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry." He rubbed her tummy. "You're perfect."

She kissed his cheek and handed him a strawberry. "You pretty much just jumped…" She ran a hand through his hair as he took a bite of the strawberry. "You okay?"

He looked up at her and nodded, feeding her a bit of the strawberry. He smirked softly and ran his thumb over her lower lip, picking up the hints of chocolate left behind.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"High school."

She looked out at the ocean, like the phrase suddenly plunged her into a ton of memories from the past. "Remember all of Mr. Schue's vests? He just…he had so many! Probably one for each day of the year, not even joking."

Finn broke out in laughter and shook his head, burying his face in her shoulder. She giggled, running her fingers over the back of his neck.

He smirked, his laughs dying down, and kissed her shoulder. "That's not exactly what I was thinking about."

Rachel smiled. "What were you thinking about?"

Finn trailed a finger down her shoulder, catching the string of her tank top. He smiled and pulled the string down her arm until part of her black bra was exposed.

"I was…thinking about…that time I kissed you in the auditorium." He kissed her shoulder and slid her arm free of elastic string. He moved his finger to the similar one on her other shoulder.

"When I bought you a star for Christmas," He slid the elastic down her arm and exposed her breasts in a perfect, black, lace bra. He gently moved to lay her down on the blanket, sliding overtop of her. He kissed the top of her right breast.

"When I asked you to prom senior year by shoving all those rose petals in your locker," She giggled as he leaned down and kissed above her left breast. "And that time when we tried to have sex in the janitor's closet during eighth period but Ms. Pillsbury caught us."

"And my skirt was backwards from pulling my clothes on so fast?"

Finn grinned, reaching up and under her back to unhook her bra with expert fingers.

"So basically, you were just thinking about me." She moaned softly as Finn leaned down to kiss her nipple, his nose dancing along the skin, making goosebumps.

"I'm always thinking about you."

She smiled, running a hand through his hair before bringing his chin up so her mouth could meet his. She kissed him softly, letting him take the kiss deeper as he reached down and unbuttoned her shorts. His hand slid in and gently teased the top of her panties.

"You know what I'm thinking about right now, Mrs. Hudson?" Finn asked, smiling as Rachel started to unbutton his cargo pants, her nails scraping against his skin.

Her cheeks were pink, lips swollen as she smiled. "What's that?"

He groaned as her hand reached its destination. "Making a sibling for that baby in there."

Finn smiled as her giggle echoed in his ears, right along with the perfect crashing waves.

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